Conformity's Fate Poem by Amy Marie

Independence - My hand tapped -
Once beneath Moon Rise -
Smiled she - Conformity gone -
Twice before my eyes.

Creativity - our minds tapped -
Three times for my rise -
Smiled she - Conformity gone -
Four times before our eyes.

Conformity - in gold graves rests -
Surrendering to Freedom's Moon -
Begs she not - to rise once more -
In gold diamonds draped soon!

Conformity - by Destiny lies -
Gaze they at one another -
'Learn how Originality flies' -
Breathes Destiny to the other.

I - Eccentric -
This whole event observed -
Showers me - Freedom's Moon -
In her silver smile soon!